Wanda couldn't begin to imagine Natasha welcoming a pilfered pet into her home, but Clint's confidence in his assessment of Natasha amused her. It was so much easier to dwell on the tolerant, slightly exasperated version of Natasha that Clint so effortlessly conjured up than the real woman. As much as Wanda hungered for knowledge of the Capitol, to understand what went on underneath its hollow pantomime of respectability, she was finding herself wishing that she had never overhead Clint and Natasha. It would be easier that way.
"She'll never think to blame me," she said with a half-smile, matching Clint's light tone. "I'm the innocent mentee, fresh from lowly District Three. You're the obviously incorrigible one."
She turned then, considering their quarry with eager eyes. "I'm ready if you are."